The Costume Party Bet

“Oh come on!” Amanda yelled. She was sitting cross-legged on a couch in the joint living room of the dorm. A controller in hand, she was trying to direct the character on the TV to take down a zombie with nothing but a knife. She failed, and the undead feasted on her corpse.

“What, does the Pokémon Champion have trouble playing other videogames?” Evie teased as Amanda reloaded the save and once more tried to cut the zombie into pieces. She wasn’t more successful the second time. Evie leaned forward and propped herself up on the couch. “Just shoot the guy.”

“I’m trying to conserve my ammo,” Amanda replied, once more charging at the zombie to do fisticuffs. Once more, her character died a horrible ****.

“Wow, you suck. I guess you can only play Pokémon, huh?” Evie taunted.

“I would have beaten the zombie by now if you weren’t distracting me.”

“Oh really?” Evie smiled impishly. “Care to put it to bet? If you can’t beat the zombie in three more attempts, you have to come to the Epsilon Nu Phi costume party with me tonight… and I get to pick your costume.”

Amanda paused the game to look at the grinning Evie. “Wow, you still have a bone to pick with me? After all this time?”

“Why would I? Because your little wager got me banned from the library for the rest of the month? Because all of the Sigma Epsilon fraternity saw me streak back to the dorm and now exchange pictures of my ass like they are trading cards? Because my Econ teacher also saw me and now classes are super awkward?”

“Yeah, for all that.”

“Nah, it must be your imagination,” Evie replied, narrowing her gaze. “But to make the bet more interesting, if you win, you get to pick which costume I will wear at the party.”

Amanda resumed the game with a shrug. “You are on. I’ll make you eat those words.”